“Are you there?” I ask and press the cold plastic to my bottom lip.
“Yeah.”
And I hardly know what to say. She usually just hung up on me. Not now though, we were together for a moment, in some way.
“I want to see you. I need to see you. Where are you?”
And she breathed steady little breaths into the phone.
“No, I can’t see you.”
“You can’t or you wont?” I ask.
“Both.”
And of course I want to convince her.
“I just want to see you. It won’t be like Nacho’s birthday, I promise.”
“You don’t know shit about promises. Don’t call me anymore. Or I’ll tell Ray and that’ll be it.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah” I say. She hangs up.
And I hang up too.
No comments:
Post a Comment